Elektra arched her brow. "That sounds insane." She meant it literally. A trip back in time? Playing at being pirates? It sounded like a mass hallucination. Or children's games. Then again, the ghosts were real and Elektra had seen what her roommate could do with a bit of anger in her. Not to mention Rogue.
And Elektra herself was here, alive, when she should've been worm food many months ago. "So you're big on shopping?" she asked Bev, looking her up and down. "Clothes, bags... shoes? It's usually shoes, right?" Performing femininity was as much a role for her as performing being Stick's disciple, or his killer. Or Matt's one-who-got-away. These days, she was more aware than ever that she didn't know where she fit.
But she had no clothes of her own here. And Bev had just divulged she'd stocked up.